Isn't that just THE most adorable cream and sugar set you ever laid eyes on? I thought so too.
I've been helping my sister shop for dishware for the move into their new home which is coming up soon. She, like me, is drawn to unusual things, not the same stuff everyone else has, but stuff of quality of course and classic design. Their new place is very modern so she is perhaps leaning a more toward classic than retro (old fashioned would be more me) but she had a specific colour palate in mind (blue, white and clear glass). And where would a person find things like that? Well, in antique and consignment stores of course!
Oh the treasures we found. Lovely old art deco bureaus with hidden compartments and sterling silver tea services, creamy white linens that had serious weight. There were tiny dolly carriages from the turn of the previous century and English china soup tureens complete with ladles. Glass pitchers in every colour of the rainbow lined the shelves and tufted velvet ottomans were tucked under tables. In short we had a blast.
I'm not certain anymore how many stores we went into or how many different days we dedicated to this project but eventually, my sister found most, if not all, of the dishware she sought. She did a great job and I love everything she bought. It was perfect for the vision she had for her new home. As to myself, I admired many things but was not moved to actually purchase any of it until.......... the sugar bowl and creamer set appeared.
I fell instantly in love with it. I admired the lines, I admired the colour, which frankly surprised me..I'm not really a pink kind of girl, and I especially admired the little tray that they sit on. I held each piece in my hand and enjoyed the solid weight of it. And then I put it back on the shelf and bid it adieu and we moved further into the store. Eventually, my sister had all the pieces she needed and we walked to the register which was right there by the shelf with my little pink sugar/creamer. I made the mistake of walking over to say goodbye to it. I wished it a good home and we left the store.
We walked to the car and put my sisters latest purchases carefully away before strolling on to the next shop which was close by. The entire time we were in the second shop, I was still thinking about that little set. Everything I admired, I was mentally measuring against that sugar/creamer. I just couldn't get it out of my head. That is so unusual for me. Usually I can admire something and then walk away, the end. When we finished up at the second store, I found myself saying to my sister, "I need to go back and set that set". Bless her heart, without even breaking stride she replied, "I know". And back we went.
I justified this purchase with two thoughts, number one: I did not, until this point actually own a sugar bowl. If anyone visiting my house wished for sugar in their coffee or tea, I would scoop sugar into a teacup for them to spoon out as they wished. I would get odd looks from my visitors as they fixed their drink but they were never rude enough to mention my methodology. Thought number two: this set is freakin' adorable! And honestly, I do not often spend money on things that are not necessities. I do my own nails, I borrow books from the library rather than purchase them, I do not subscribe to any magazines or belong to any clubs that require dues paid. Okay! Purchase justified.
I smile whenever I look at them on their shelf in the kitchen cabinet that has a glass front. I cannot wait until someone visits that enjoys cream or sugar in their coffee because then I can finally actually use them. They will look adorable on the kitchen table AND they serve a purpose. There is no reason that function cannot also be art, right?
Let's face it, one way or another they would have ended up in my house. As we walked back to the car the final time, my purchase carefully wrapped and cradled in my arms, my sister laughed and said, "If you hadn't bought it, I was going to come back and get it for you as a Christmas Present" See! Clearly it belonged with me. Sometimes it happens that way.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.